Month / November 2017

Break up all the pieces of action to reap a new medicine
a new regimen
take a taste to see if it needs more flavorin
major in shamanic healing
with a minor, instilling faith to believing
stillness is waiting
quiet is necessary
just as the grind stone needs kneading

picture perfect potion portions
pressed pedestals into fallen pedals
instead we try through trial and error
trial and tribulations on the trail of concentration

the mind follows the body
those who say otherwise are sloppy
you can’t get by without energy
it is finite to the mind’s infinite potential that will set you free

Try helping someone else
when your stuck with a problem of the self

The grind stone needs no apology for grinding
it takes no excuse,
it is simply the tool we use for use
utility is consistency’s bigger brother
children of pragmatic wonder and the realist father

build your surroundings like an author
imagining the best possible circumstance
then dance and chance your way to the highest aim
without any doubt that the vision will not be claimed
but still you will find things are not the same

4am is your friend,
I get much more done before others awake
not trying to brag but this is whats in my bag
taking stake in my claim
utilizing all functionality of the brain

sleep before 10 leaves 6 hours of healin

The earlier the better
this is when things are quiet
and dark
focus can proceed to leave it’s mark

Exercise, meditation, writing, concentration
Rise with integrity of breathing prayers
watering the self, plants and ideas with care
where do you spend time?

Push harder
Discipline breeds freedom
build a man with momentum

self will is not enough
high power intuition from the gut
what else can help us get through the rut
of the really tough stuff in the muck
Fuck being held down

Found the sounds of the best
laid all the rest to waste
keeping pace with how fast you can move your waist
the ugly shouldn’t be errased
but the unnecessary can take that place

I hold nothing that breeds fear
a resident of resentments couldn’t see clear
Look what happened this year
Checks marks
checks cashed, embarked from the past
lost a few masks
washed the paint off my face
found the constraint
cried, “Free at last!”

every morning he writes scripture
paints it as a clearer picture
not trying to injure or get sicker
no more swishers, tinctures or liqueurs
much stricter in the structure
doing it for himself, his mother and his brothers
every morning rebuilding the architecture

Guan Yin Tea House
hosted by Chris the San Martian
discussion
where is motivation and inspiration?

energy from tiny cups of carefully picked creations
roasted and sweet
toasted with heat
coasting to memories from a seat

two Buddhists meet
to share experience and deliverance
in different approaches to writing diligence
of finding the necessity of our adherance
the calling of hearing chance

past present and future
all get smashed together in a few hours
met a poet, met a witness
waiting to read the code
as a remedy for a sickness

still this fits into fitness of growth
to see how we can share this treassure
Friday is the publication of some answers

tell your story Brother,
others may also find the way to discover
uncover
the impact of making a pact to take a crack at
traveling into the unknown

wrapped the story with tone
into some freestyles with music from the phone
tapping into shared space from our own
what is shown in the words is more than meaning
how we relate is more than collaborating

lets build a village
an outlet for the spark of the young
a new tool to salvage songs not yet sung

Well versed in the perverse
and in telling how to reverse this curse
from the best to the worst
the test is how we rehearse

Fell in love with becoming immersed

Head first
all or nothing
fall for passion, gunning for reaction
failure is part of the art of practicing action
real good at stealing should’s back
would you in fact please take a crack
at this pact of being more concerned with keeping track

how bout that?
this experiment is your body
mind finding your soul’s hobby
I hear that is how you can stay happy

catch me if you can
I am the gingerbread man
who gingerly treads on demand
supply’s biggest fan
why try only using one hand
with the other tied behind your back

Morning light,
Write like it’s the first night of life
Fight for your presence to give insight
typing the measure of a moment
the awakening opens up the motion

Enjoy a nice stroll
The mornings are always where one can most easily find the soul
wake before the sun’s bold entrance
romance your presence and cadence
like softly beating a drum
gain momentum and traction
make louder movements
crescendo your improvements